Libration: An effect caused by the apparent wobble of the Moon as it orbits the Earth. The Moon always keeps the same side toward the Earth.
I found myself going to the same spot every night, worried when my favorite subject wouldn't show up.
I had received numerous messages asking for more photos of the beautiful specimen. Despite me posting photos of other things, nothing compared to this man's beauty.
"Taehyung, where the hell are you?" I sighed, snapping a few photographs, but they just felt meaningless.
Why did this man feel so... special? Sure, he's drop-dead gorgeous. And his voice. But why is he now the only thing in the world that makes me enjoy my photography?
As I walked back to my small apartment, my mind wandered back to Taehyung. Was he okay? Did he get weirded out by me photographing him?
As I set my camera down, connecting it to my laptop and viewing the pictures, I frowned. These were so... boring.
I chose one, blurring out the edges slightly before posting it to my Instagram.
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Goldencloset: i've hit a sort of mental block. Any picture I take hasn't left me satisfied. Nothing has compared to that photograph. I'm sorry if my work is also disappointing for you all.
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Taehyung ran his hands down his face with a groan. He checked his watch, seeing that it was already after eleven at night.
Yes, he wanted the promotion. But, my God, he didn't realize the amount of work that goes into this job.
Needing a mental break, he picked up his phone, seeing a new Instagram post from his stalker photographer.
Reading the caption, Taehyung frowned. His work has made him not have the time to visit his favorite spot, and apparently it was affecting his stalker buddy.
Taehyung groaned before sending one final email and shutting down his work devices.
"Fuck this," He mumbled.
He grabbed his jacket, slipping it on, along with his scarf, before deciding to visit his spot again. He missed it, and he missed the stalker's photography. His posts lately have, in fact, been quite boring.
As I arrived, I couldn't help but smile. I slipped my bag off my shoulder and placed it down where my head would fall.
As I stared up at the stars, I finally felt at peace for the first time in weeks.
I didn't care that it was already the next day. I didn't care that I had to get up to work again in the morning.
Right now, the only thing that mattered was the stars.
